Running of the Nuts
‘Twas a tad surreal, but the birdlegs saw out the end of the Naughties and the beginning of what?, the Teenies?, by joining the other Nut runners in Central Park for a slushy 4 miler. Sort of odd to countdown to the new year, watch fireworks for about 5 seconds, and then start running, but there you go. Was a bit tricky underfoot around the turns due to the slush underfoot, but no real problem.
Thanks to a fellow Joester, I finally dipped my bod into the briney in Coney Island on the 1st – the annual Polar Bear dip has been on my NYC list for years. We made it a ‘tri’ of sorts with the midnight run, a 40+ mile bike ride to Coney and back, and the frigid dip into the Atlantic. All toughens you up, right? Quite the event there on the beach when we got there – lots of New York colour.